Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
or hold me if I need to weep
Maybe its not the season
Maybe its not the year
Maybe there is no good reason
why I'm locked up inside
just cos they wanna hide me

The moon grows bright
the darker they make my night

Unplayed pianos are often by a window
in a room where nobody loved goes
she sits alone with her silent song
will somebody bring her home?

an unplayed piano (unplayed piano)
it still holds a tune (still hold a tune)
the lock on the lid(years, years pass by)
in the stale stale room (in the changing of the moon)
maybe its not that easy (through the only window)
or maybe its not that hard (in a stale, stale room)
maybe they could release me
let the people decide
I've got nothing to hide

and I've done nothing wrong
so why've I been here so long...

Unplayed pianos are often by a window
in a room where nobody loud goes
she sits alone with her silent song
will somebody bring her home?

Unplayed pianos are often by a window
in a room where nobody loud goes
she sits alone with her silent song
will somebody bring her home?

An unplayed piano - I'll play with you
still holds a tune - Bring her home
years pass by
in a change of the moon